I wrote a poem. This is an unusual occurance and it seems surprisingly good for such an inexperienced poet such as myself. It was inspired by a typo of ‘joint’.
Jopint was a mighty lad,
but many problems he had.
He was hounded by many beasts,
but he killed them and had big feasts!
Quickly, he needed help.
A seer said, “Search for kelp.”
He searched and searched to no avail,
until he found an eerie pail.
It was bright alight and glowing,
near a cave where wind was blowing.
Inside was kelp. Jopint was delighted.
From the cave came something quite excited.
A magical creature
with nary a feature.
It trained Jopint well,
despite its terrible smell.
Beasts never bothered him again’d.
Now this poem is at an end.
What do you think?